Spock moved toward the command chair. Kirk thrust out a hand to restrain the reaching fingers. “What are you doing?” As he met the Vulcan’s gaze, one of the science officer’s eyebrows rose prominently. He had chosen to cross a very dangerous line. “I thought you’d respond positively to such an offer,” Spock explained calmly. Kirk goggled up at him, unsure how to react. Spock moved closer and placed his fingers against Kirk’s face. Kirk was stunned.

Working his way downward, his fingers appraised, knowingly, precisely. Spock knelt and placed his hands on his chest, driven to his knees by an overwhelming desire. His examining fingers had traveled as far as his thighs. After a long moment he looked up at Kirk. “I am always open to suggestions,” Spock declared. Erect in the command chair, Kirk was not surprised to find that he was enjoying himself. “Suck me,” Kirk opined plaintively.

Spock certainly did not require additional explication. Tilting his head, he began sucking on his cock. His mouth moved, sliding repeatedly along the length of his instrumentation. Kirk let himself slide a little lower in the chair. Unexpectedly, Spock was groaning. His tongue encircled the pressure-sensitive surface. Kirk’s fingers tightened on the arms of the command chair. “Oh god.”

Eyes wild, head lolling, Kirk unloaded a massive burst. “Yes. YES.”

His lower lip swollen, Spock looked up at him. It was difficult to tell, but it was possible that he was pleased.

Spock wasn’t finished. Abruptly he stood up. “Gngngfnferrrrnrrfgggg!” Kirk was more than slightly confused. “What?” Spock was forced to swallow. “Out of the chair,” he commanded. That was all Kirk needed. Abruptly he stood up straight, looking up at him and meeting his gaze. Spock stared back at him, hard and frustrated beyond measure. Reaching out, he wrapped his fingers around Kirk’s upper right arm. “I need,” the Vulcan confessed.

Kirk nodded. Bending over, he readied himself. Spock tore into him. Pressure. Heat. Kirk’s eyes fluttered and started to roll back into his head. “Yes, yes!” The Vulcan pounded him relentlessly. Kirk’s moaning increased exponentially as Spock slid in and out of his ass. Spock gasped, head thrown back and eyes half closed. The torrent of tightly contained tornadic plasma that roared forth nearly sent him toppling backward.

Breathing hard but evenly, Kirk settled back down in the command chair. Spock sat beside him. They locked eyes. It had all happened so fast. Kirk put both arms around him, and they kissed. Kirk finally asked the question that could not be avoided. “What is happening here?” “I love you,” Spock replied softly.

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